I'm sitting in my home office looking at clear skies and cursing my procrastination gene. The weather has now been dry for a week and the days are noticeably longer. Ground that seemed like it would never be anything other than a semi-solid ooze is now reassuringly firm underfoot. And I am without an aeroplane. For any number of useless reasons I've put off getting her on the Irish register and permitted. Now I am desperately praying that this perfect flying weather, that now looks like lasting another weeek, is not 2013's full allocation of flyable weather.
I've been sanding back the old "G" registration marks on the Luscmbe to make way for here new "vintage" Irish registration. It's tedious work, really tedious but I want her to look just right. I want to be able look the pal who restored here straight in the eye the next time he sees her.
Doing the work has been made a lot easier now that she's hangared just a mile from the house. It would of course be lovely if we had power in the hangar so that I could work into the evening but I guess we can't have everything. It's a really small moan. I mean how many of us get to live this close to our aeroplanes, have a near perfect 600m grass strip, clear approachs and a hanagar full of vintage aeroplanes and flyers that love them.
I may have the blue-sky-blues at the moment but they'll pass and the flying will be fantastic.